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JUST A COFFEE MORNING? It started when I was eleven and looking forward to going to secondary school after the summer holidays. I was at home with mum as my older sister Helen was working prior to going to college. Yes there was a large age gap and my sister always joked that I was a mistake but I knew mum and dad loved me regardless of whether it was true or not. I was having breakfast as mum was clearing her things up. "Nicky, grandma is having her coffee morning for her friends this morning and needs me to help her so I am afraid you'll have to come with me." "Can't I stay home mum I won't get in to any trouble." Much as I loved my grandma the thought of being around a bunch of elderly ladies was unappealing. "I'm sorry Nicky but if anything was to happen I could get in to big trouble as you're under thirteen. I am sure it won't be too bad, I'm sure they'll make a fuss of you." That was what I was worried about happening. We eventually got ready and arrived at grandmas and when we knocked she opened the door to us. "Hello, thank you for coming." "That's alright mum, I hope you don't mind me bringing Nicky only he's too young to leave on his own and Helen is working." "No problem I am sure he can make himself useful." We all went into the kitchen and mum was laying out the cups and saucers and asked me to get the milk. As I took it out of the fridge it slipped back onto the shelf and I just managed to avoid some going down the front of me. "Please be more careful Nicky I don't want to have to take you home to get changed." Grandma who had left at the start of this returned and opened a draw. "Here Nicky, put this onto protect your clothes." I could not believe what she was expecting me to wear. It was a full floral pinafore with a frill all round including the shoulder straps which crossed at the back before tying in to a big bow. "I can't wear that mum they'll laugh at me." "Don't be silly of course they won't and anyway I don't want to have to wash your clothes because you've made a mess down the front of you." She then put it over my head, crossed the straps over and tied them in a big bow at the back. I was going to complain until I saw the warning look on mum's face. "Take the plate of biscuits in to the lounge please," she asked. I did so and as I returned I passed by the hall mirror and stopped. I knew that the pinny was feminine but my reflection showed a sissy, as apart from some of my shirt it was all that you could see, so it looked like I was wearing a dress. I knew I should have worn jeans instead of shorts but it was a hot day. "Stop admiring yourself and come and collect the cups and saucers," grinned mum. "I wasn't admiring myself I just noticed I look like a sissy, this pinny makes it look like I'm wearing a dress." "Don't exaggerate, now take these in." She handed me a tray with cups on it. As I left and despite her comments I could hear grandma and mum giggling in the kitchen. Before I could do much more the front door bell rang. "Can you let my friends in please Nicky?" grandma called. "And leave your pinny on," said mum as she entered the passage way and saw me as I went to undo it. I answered it and invited the lady in who seemed about grandma's age and whose name I found out was Madge. "Hello sweetheart don't you look pretty, what's your name?" "Nicky." "Well be a good girl and take my coat." "I'm not girl, I'm a boy!" "Then why are you wearing a dress then?" "I'm not it's a pinny," I replied turning round so she could see the back. "Sorry dear only but with your long hair and pinny I assumed you were a girl." I was not happy but took her coat and hung it up for her. Fortunately it seemed she was the only one who seemed to think I looked like a girl or at least the only one to comment. The last to arrive was a women and a little girl. "I hope you don't mind me bringing Mary only her mother has been called away urgently and she is staying with me for the day." "Of course not," my grandma answered, "she'll be company for Nicky." Great now I was going to have to put up with a girl to boot who I found out was three years old. "You can play with me and my dollies," Mary said holding up the two dolls she had with her. "Isn't that kind of her Nicky?" grandma asked me. I wanted to say I don't play with dolls but no one seemed to care about what I thought. I realised that grandma was looking at me expectantly. "Why the hell would I want to play dolls with a stupid little girl like Mary," I said although what actually came out was, "Yes grandma very kind." Once I had put their coats away I went to see mum about Madge's comment but she just said that I shouldn't be so sensitive and warned me to be nice to Mary. As I started to leave, mum called me back into the kitchen where she was filling Mary's feeder beaker. "Nicky I want to ask you to do me a favour." "Of course mum, what is it?" "Well, Mary has to use a feeder beaker as she has had problems with a glass recently but she is feeling a bit self-conscious about it and I think it would help if you did the same. There are two of them in the bag she brought with her." "You are joking aren't you mum? I am eleven years old not eleven months old. It's a pity that Mary has had problems but I don't see how it will help if I use one as well and it will just make me look pathetic. They already make fun of me because I'm wearing this pinny." "I thought you said 'of course mum' when I asked you to do me a favour, still off you go if I can't count on you." I felt bad at upsetting mum but what she was asking me to do seemed a bit strange. "Well mum..." "Thank you dear it so nice to know you keep your word," interrupted mum happily rather than hearing me out as I wanted to work out some way round it. "Off you go and start pouring out the coffee." It was obvious that I was being dismissed and returned to the lounge. I was pouring the first cup when one of grandma's friends, Madge pulled me over to her. "Come here sweetheart, let's sort your hair out, you can't possibly see what you're doing properly and you don't want to spill coffee down your pretty pinny." Opening her handbag she removed a hairbrush and brushed all my hair back from my forehead. I should mention that mum had been very busy recently and while she was meant to be taking me to get my haircut it hadn't happened yet, as a result it was virtually down to my shoulders. She then retrieved something pink and as she opened it up I realise it was a pink scarf printed with roses. "Here let's put this on." "I can't wear that it's a ladies scarf." "Said the boy who's wearing such a frilly and feminine pinny," Madge retorted causing laughter all round. "Now stand still silly," said Madge as she folded the scarf placed it over my head and tied it at the back of my neck. I was about to remove it when mum entered. "That's pretty Nicky and it certainly solves your hair problem. I hope you thanked Madge for lending you that pretty scarf?" I couldn't believe mum was supporting Madge's humiliating treatment. "But mum..." "But nothing, now thank Madge then pour the rest of the coffees out." "Thank you for lending me your scarf Madge," I said trying to sound sincere when I really wanted to scream and rip it off. "That's alright dear it suits you. Now why don't you finish serving the coffees now you can see what you're doing?" Finally everyone had a drink and mum said she had put my drink over on that other table where Mary was. I went over to see Mary drinking out of a yellow feeder beaker which just left the one I was to use. I was shocked to see it was pink with flowers printed on it; I hoped no one else had noticed it, a hope that was soon shattered. "Look your beaker matches your scarf," said Mary in a voice that attracted everyone's attention. "So it does," said mum with a big smile. "How cute." I wanted to scream but couldn't as all the ladies were looking at me. I sat down next to Mary and hoped they would lose interest which after a short pause they did, resuming their conversation. I reluctantly picked up the beaker and noted that it had been well used in the past but took a drink as I was thirsty. I just stopped myself spitting it out due to the sickly sweet taste. "Mum what's this?" I asked suddenly realising that I had drawn all the attention on myself again. "It's formula dear like Mary's drinking and I expect you to drink it all up," she replied turning back to her conversation. Being made to use a feeder beaker like a toddler was bad enough but now I was being forced to drink formula like one too. Before I could complain Mary started telling about her two dolls and what their names were and a stern look from mum told me I better appear to be taking an interest. A while later I got called to pour a second cup for some of the ladies. When I had done so Madge called me over before I returned to Mary. "What's that in your pinny pocket?" she asked taking something out of the pocket. "Oh look it's a very pretty hanky. Is it yours Nicky?" "No it must have been in the pocket of the pinny when I put it on." Madge opened it up to see that it was not very big with a lot of lace, more lace than anything else. "It's a very pretty hanky Emma." "It's not mine, I've not seen it before," replied Emma, my grandma. "It must be Nicky's." "Of course it's not," I said, "that's a ladies hanky." "It's alright Nicky we don't mind if you want to use pretty hankies, I know a boy down our street who does so you're not alone." I wanted to complain when mum joined in. "Nicky just put it up your sleeve so it doesn't get left in the pinny again." I did so much to everyone's amusement before returning to Mary who insisted on seeing it. "That really is a very pretty hanky. Are your others as pretty as that one?" "I don't have any other hankies like that one, I have boy's hankies or use tissues." "But this is so pretty and girly." "If you like it so much you can have it," I said hoping to get rid of it. "No thank you," said Mary, "it's much too girly for me so it's just right for you." Before I could challenge her comment I heard giggles and realised that all the women had been listening to our conversation. Eventually it was time for the women to leave so I took the headscarf and attempted to return it to Madge. "No you keep it sweetheart. You look so cute in it and it does a good job of keeping your hair out of your eyes. Anyway I can't remember the last time I wore it, I'd forgotten it was in my bag until I came across it when I was getting my brush out." "That's so kind of you, Madge. Well what do you say Nicky?" asked mum. 'Don't be so daft I don't want your stupid scarf,' came to mind. "Thank you for letting me keep it Madge," is what actually came out. Mum then took the scarf and tied it back on me, I hoped she wasn't going to make me wear it home. I was more fortunate in returning Grandma's pinafore despite her saying that I could wear it next time I visited her. The final indignity was having to thank Mary for allowing me to play with her dolls. "That's all right you can come and play anytime," she replied then kissed me on the cheek amusing those still there. Mum did insist on me wearing the scarf home but fortunately allowed me to remove it before Helen or dad saw me for which I was grateful. I did however have to put it in one of my bedroom draws. It was the following Tuesday morning and I had been watching television and decided to get myself a drink. As I got in to the hallway I was surprised to see a letter on the mat for me, especially as it had obviously been hand delivered. I picked it up and wandered into the kitchen where mum was getting herself a cup of coffee. "What have you got there?" "It's a letter for me," I answered not recognising the hand writing. I opened it and was surprised. "Who's it from Nicky?" "Well it seems to be from Mary but I didn't think she knew how to write yet." "She must have got her mum or granny to write it for her. So what does it say? Or is it personal?" asked mum grinning. I read through it before passing it over. Dear Nikki, It was so nice meeting you at your grandmas and I had such fun playing with you and my dollies. Next Thursday they are having the coffee at my grandma's house and grandma and I were wondering if you would like to come with your grandma. Granny says she is sure that she can find you a nice pinny so that you can help serve the drinks again. Are you still using your pretty hanky and scarf? I will be giving my dollies a tea party at granny's so if you want to bring one or two of your dollies they can join in. Hugs, Mary P.S. Please let me know if you would like some more pretty hankies and Grandma and I will see what we can find for you. I was dumbstruck to think that she thought that I would want to play with her dolls again despite the fact that everyone seemed to think it was so cute. They couldn't even spell my name correctly as everyone knows 'Nikki' is for a girl. Although I had managed to leave the scarf in my draw in my bedroom except for one day when mum was teaching me how to bake cakes and didn't want my hair in it, unfortunately I still had to use the lacy hanky. To make it worse mum said it was too dainty to go in the washing machine and so had me hand wash it before hanging it on the line, she even taught me to iron it. "What a nice letter from Mary, it seems you made quite an impression on her. It will be useful when you go as I can drop you and grandma off and spend the morning shopping for things for me by myself for a change." "Mum please can't I come with you instead, it was embarrassing enough last time? They'll all make fun of me if I wear a pinny to serve drinks and then play with Mary and her dollies again." "Nonsense Nicky and isn't it nice to offer to look for some more hankies for you?" "Madge made fun of me last time and I don't want any more hankies I can use tissues like you do." "But hankies are so much nicer and you do seem to like your pretty lace hanky. You don't have to be embarrassed by wanting more pretty hankies. Well I think you should go and don't worry I will help you write back to say you will be going." "But mum... I promise to behave." "But nothing, Mary obviously wants to see you and I'm sure her granny will be glad to have the help you gave your grandma. As I said it will give me some time to myself and if you're a good girl I might get you a pretty dolly of your own." "I'm not a girl and I don't wa... don't need a doll really mum," I said a lot more calmly than I felt, as I tried to persuade her into letting me go with her, as I knew trying to bully her never did. In the end I did not have much say in the reply to Mary's letter and despite my complaints about some of the content mum wrote she wouldn't change it. This is it. Dear Mary, Thank you so much for your kind invitation to help out at your grandmother on Thursday, I will be delighted to come and look forward to being able to help her and then you by giving your dollies a tea party, unfortunately it will only be your dolls as I don't own any. I will be happy to help your granny and hope that she can find me pretty and frilly pinny to wear as I gave my granny's one back to her. I only occasionally wear my scarf but will wear it on Thursday for you but I do use my lovely hanky all the time. Mummy has shown me how to wash and iron it so it always looks at its best and ready to use. Thank you for your offer of more hankies, I look forward to see what pretty hankies you and your granny can find or perhaps some childish ones that you are too old for now. I look forward to seeing the pair of you and grandma's friends on Thursday. Hugs and kisses I was horrified at what mum had written. "Please mum, I can't sign this, it's saying that I'm a sissy agreeing to those things." "You're right you can't sign this letter. I want you to copy it out so that it's in your handwriting and if I get any complaints I'll make you print it and you will have to make all the dots above the i's as little heart shapes. Anyway the letter just says that you're happy to help and you know I can't leave you on your own plus it'll be a chance for me to get some personal time. Now rewrite it and then sign it." Mum finally convinced me to sign my copy by threatening to have me walk there to deliver it by hand wearing a dress, she said she was sure she could find a pretty party dress that Helen had outgrown that would fit me. Thursday came round far too quickly but I got up knowing I would have as humiliating a time as before, my last effort to get out of it had got mum really cross. I had apologised which she seemed to accept but it sealed my fate as far as the coffee morning went. I got dressed and went down to breakfast. Once finished I cleared everything away when mum called me up to my bedroom. When I got there I saw mum was holding the scarf I got from Madge which I had left in my draw in the hope of leaving it behind. "Not a word unless you want to wear a dress as well," she warned as she brushed my hair away from my face then folded the scarf in half and placed it over my head tying it at the back. I hated wearing such a sissy item but I was already skating on thin ice this morning. We collected grandma who was apparently not surprised to see me so had obviously been speaking to Shawna, Mary's grandma's name as I found out later. "Wearing your pretty scarf again I see Nicky," she grinned, "Madge will be pleased." I wasn't sure I wanted Madge's approval but thought the opposite might be worse. "He's been using that pretty hanky of his too," added mum. "Actually I had a thought about it after everyone had gone and I did remember getting that hanky from a friend about the same time as I got the pinny but I never used it as it was far too feminine and dainty." "I did point out that it couldn't be mine but no one would believe me," I complained, "and you can have it back grandma." If I could return it I might be able to refuse any others. "No sweetheart you keep it, as I said I have never used it and as you do you might as well get some use out of it." "Isn't that nice of grandma Nicky?" her tone indicating that I should reply. "Thank you, grandma." Why couldn't people treat me like the boy I was? We finally arrived at Shawna's house and were greeted by her and Mary. "Hello Nikki," called Mary obviously more pleased to see me than I was to see her. After further introductions and a curt warning to me to behave myself and do what I was told, mum left us. Having got my grandma settled Shawna took me through to the kitchen. She took something from the counter top saying, "Here you are Nikki just like you asked for 'pretty and frilly'." She certainly wasn't joking. The pinny was in translucent pink material, that I later found out was nylon, which was printed with deeper pink roses and green foliage. As with my grandma's pinny it had a matching frill all round and on the shoulder straps, however with this pinny the frill was trimmed with white lace as were the two heart shaped pockets. Shawna placed it on me tying it in a large bow at the back. "My Nicky I'd forgotten how long the ties were, that's a nice large bow at the back, make sure you don't get it caught on anything." At least I had put jeans on today so no one should think I was a girl, well that was the hope. She then set me to sorting out a tray, I had completed getting all cups ready on it and the kettle was coming up to the boil when the front door bell rang. "Can you get that please Nicky?" She didn't need to tell me to keep my pinny on. "Okay." I answered the door to find Madge standing there. "Hello Nicky, I didn't expect to find you here but it's nice to see you." I let her in. "That is a very pretty pinafore you have on, even frillier than your grandma's that you borrowed. Is it yours?" "No it belongs to Mary's grandma." Madge continued before I could explain. "Are you sure? I have never seen Shawna wear it." She then lifted me up in a bear hug. "Oh you're such a cutesy pie. Oh hello Shawna, I see you've got a little helper this time," as Shawna came out in to the hall. Madge put me back on my feet. "Yes Mary wanted to invite him and I thought he could help me as well. Take Madge's coat Nicky." I did and hung it up in the hall closet as did for each of the visitors before making the pot of coffee and adding it to the tray of cups. I took it in and placed it on the coffee table before pouring them each a cup then handing them round. Once everyone was served Madge pulled me on to her lap. "It's so nice to see a boy who isn't afraid to show his feminine side and you make a very good maid, perhaps we should get you a pretty maid's outfit." This brought laughter from the others. "I'm glad to see you're wearing your pretty headscarf, I thought you might not want to but I was obviously wrong," she added giving me another hug. "I'm not sure that the colours go with your pinny though, perhaps we should suggest to your mummy that she gets a few more pretty scarves for you so that you can mix and match with what you're wearing." "I don't think I need any more really as I want to get my hair cut soon." I wanted to say that the only reason I was wearing this one was that mum insisted but I didn't think that would go down well. "What a shame you look so sweet with long hair." I wanted a haircut for that very reason. "But that doesn't mean you can't still wear your pretty scarf. I really think your pinny is very pretty, did you say it was Shawna's?" continued Madge. I assumed that was Mary's grandma's name and agreed. "He asked for a pinny that was pretty and frilly," said Mary unhelpfully. "Is that right?" asked Madge with a smile. I just nodded. "Well I'm not really surprised anyone who wears pretty headscarves and uses lace hankies is bound to want a pretty feminine pinny to wear and that one is certainly pretty and frilly." I wanted to object but all the other visitors seemed to agree with her. "Yes Madge it is mine," said Shawna. "I was given it a long time ago when we used to wear tea aprons but even back then I thought it was a bit too frilly. I was looking for a pretty pinny like Nicky asked for when I came across it and it seemed to match what he wanted and as you say he does look very sweet in it. Still Nicky can you help me bring the biscuits in please?" After another hug Madge finally allowed me off her lap and I followed her out to the kitchen and took in the tray with two plates of biscuits as she brought the drinks for Mary and me. As before having served the drinks to them all I had to hand round the biscuits getting complimentary comments on what I was wearing. At least I think that was what they were meant as but I was sure I heard the word sissy whispered but not sure by whom. "He does look really pretty," agreed Shawna. "Still I am sure he wants to help Mary give her dollies a tea party, all little girls do," Madge said which got a round of smiles and a few giggles. I went bright red with the embarrassment that I had told mum about but which she did not believe and so I was sent to go and help Mary give her dolls their tea party. It was then I got a big shock as Mary was drinking squash from a glass leaving me still with the floral pink feeder beaker I had used last time. To make this worse it had formula in it again. "Nikki, why don't you have any dollies?" asked Mary ignoring my look of distaste. "Because I am a boy and boys don't play with dolls." I did have an Action Man figure but didn't class that as a doll. Mary gave me a strange look. "You play with my dolls." I wanted to shout that I didn't want to but was being made to however I knew that would not go down well with the others. "Well you seemed lonely playing by yourself so I thought I'd help you." Mary seemed happy with my response and with no comments from our grandma's and their friends I hoped it would be left there. I was slightly worried as I could see Mary was coming up with another question. "What are your dolls called? I asked hoping to distract her from asking awkward questions about me. I then had to listen telling me their names hoping that I could remember them. She had got annoyed with me at my grandma's house when I got the two mixed up and called one by the wrong name. It was about twenty minutes later when Mary's grandma called her over and whispered in her ear and she dashed off bringing a bag back with her. I was then called over as well which I didn't mind as having to play with dolls was getting on my nerves especially with Mary constantly correcting what I was doing. Well how was I supposed to know how to give dolls a tea party? "Nikki," her grandma started, "in your letter to Mary you asked me and Mary if we had any pretty hankies that you could have, didn't you?" At this point I wanted to run as it went very quiet and all eyes were on me. "Yes," I said to a few giggles and a comment of 'how cute' but I didn't see who from. "Well you are in luck as when I was looking for a pretty pinny for you to wear, as you asked, I came across a box I had forgotten all about. When I was small paper hankies were only just coming on the market and girls often got pretty box sets of hankies as presents." "Often very pretty feminine ones," agreed Madge. "Yes well I got more than I needed so put them in a box in my chest of draws. In it I found some hankies that I know you'll love using" she said handing me two boxes. The first was a slim box with a countryside scene on the lid; when I removed the lid it revealed that they were obviously lady's if not little girl's hankies. In the base of the box was a white hanky with a very wide lacy trim all the way round. Pinned to this were two folded hankies each displaying a large printed bright pink rose. The second had a clear plastic lid revealing that these were also very girly hankies, this time it also had three hankies and whilst they were all trimmed all the way round with just a narrow lace edge each one had a red rose embroidered in one corner with rosebuds in the other three. "Oh they are so pretty aren't they Nikki?" said Madge apparently enjoying my discomfort. "Just what a little girly girl would love to use." "I did offer them to Mary but she said they were too girly for her so I thought as this is what you asked for you could have them," added Shawna. "Well Nicky what do you say?" prompted my grandma. "Thank you for these pretty hankies," I said while wanting to throw them back at her. All the women seemed amused at my accepting what were very feminine hankies. But it was to get worse when Mary's grandma continued. "Well Nicky I'm glad you like them but I think Mary has something for you as well." This retained the women's interest but increased my concern. "Here Nikki, these are for you, the top one is too babyish for me and the others are so pretty I know you'll like them," Mary said causing the ladies to giggle and me go even brighter red than before. It was so humiliating to get those hankies from her gran but to be told that this lot were too babyish for a three year old was worse. I had however to take the two boxes from her. The top box said clearly 'Kiddies Handkerchiefs' but were obviously meant for a girl and contained three hankies with a lamb in a different pose on each one. The lambs each had a bow round its neck, one pink, one yellow and one purple and each hankie had a matching coloured border. "I think they're a bit too babyish for me too," I said hoping to at least get out of using such babyish hankies. "Nonsense," said Madge, "I think you'll look really cute using such lovely hankies." It seemed that my views were not being considered. The next box contained three hankies each with a scalloped edge and covered with printed pink flowers in slightly different designs. There were quite a number of giggles as they insisted on me showing all my new hankies to each of them. My grandmother was looking at me expectantly. "Thank you Mary they are very lovely hankies." "Why don't you show Mary how much you like her hankies by putting one up each sleeve like other girls do," suggested Madge who was currently holding the two boxes from Shawna. I wanted to say no but the murmurs of agreement from the other women made that impossible. I approached with Mary who opened both boxes I was holding, removing one from each and handing them to me. "Here you are you can use these two first." I thanked her for choosing them then went to put them in my pocket. "No aunty Madge said put them up your sleeve like other girls do," Mary demanded. As I did so I saw amused glances and even heard a comment about being bossed around by a three year old. It was loud enough for all to hear eliciting a ripple of laughter. "Come on Nikki," she continued handing me the boxes, "let's finish giving the dolls their tea party." Finally it was time for some of the women to start leaving with comments about hoping to see me again and hoping I would enjoy using my pretty girly hankies. It was also slightly worrying as mum hadn't turned up yet so I was returned to the kitchen to help by doing the washing up. I was drying the cups and saucers when mum finally arrived and found me in the kitchen. I went to put the tea towel down. "Don't stop now finish the rest then we can go home," said mum at which point Shawna, Gran and Mary came in. "That's a gorgeous pinafore you found for Nicky to wear Shawna, he looks so cute in it." "I know it's just so frilly though, I think I only wore it once but you're right he looks really cute in it although Madge suggested getting him a maid's uniform or at least a couple more scarves in a better colour match to it." "I don't think we need to do that at least that is if he's a good girl and anyway he'll soon be back at school and unavailable to serve drinks to you all. Okay Nicky you can give Shawna her pinafore back now." Relieved at mum's reluctance to purchase more embarrassing things for me to wear although I objected to being expected to be a good 'girl,' I went to remove it. "Don't bother Nicky I won't ever use it and it fits you beautifully," said Shawna. I couldn't believe it did everyone think I'm a girl. "I really couldn't do that Shawna it much too nice for me," meaning too girly, untying it as I replied. "Nonsense," she replied, "you can have it and keep your clothes clean at home as well." "That's very kind of you Shawna, he can be a bit messy at times," said mum retying the bow. "Well what do you say Nicky?" "Thank you for letting me have your pinafore." I then turned to mum. "Shouldn't I take it off for going home?" "No don't bother; I'm sure I can find a job for you when we get home." This caused amusement from those still there. At this point the front door bell rang and mum who was closest opened it. "Hello Diane," said Louise who turned out to be Mary's mother. "Oh hello everyone sorry I'm a bit late." Her smile broadened when she saw me. "Nikki what a pretty pinafore you have on so feminine and girly, wherever did you get it?" "It's your mothers," I replied. "No dear it's yours now, I said you can keep it," Louise's mother said causing Louise to giggle. At this point Mary entered the kitchen carrying one of her dolls I couldn't remember what her name was. "Hello mummy, Nikki really likes my hankies and has one up each of her sleeves like other girls." I wanted to point out that I was not a girl but was interrupted by mum insisting on seeing my new hankies. "You are a lucky gir... boy," said my mother correcting herself, something which no-one else seemed bothered to do. "Still it really is time we were going." "Before you go," said Louise, "let's put your scarf on properly." I did not know what she meant but she untied and retied it under my chin. "That's how you should wear it when you go outside." The agreement by the other women stalled my complaints. We got home and true to her word mum set me to setting the table for lunch after re-tying my scarf behind my neck and opening the boxes of hankies and putting them in my draws. I asked if I could take the scarf off but was told that it would be ungrateful to Madge. After lunch I was allowed to go to my room but was told to keep the pinny and scarf on. Helen had a fit of the giggles when she came in later and saw me with my pinafore on which only increased when mum made me show her my new hankies. "Aren't a lucky little boy, most girls don't have such pretty things," she said. "Unless they are very girly and feminine," she added giggling "I never did." I got up the following morning, washed dressed and went down to breakfast before mum disappeared into her home office and she presented me with the pinny to put on but sent me back upstairs to put the headscarf on as well. If it hadn't been for the expression on her face I might have complained. On my return she said "Nikki I'm glad you're up early as I will be very busy but I want you to write a couple of letters." "Letters? Who to?" I only wrote letters to thank people for birthday and Christmas presents. "You need to write thank you letters to Mary and her Grandma to say thank you for the lovely hankies and pinafore that they have given you. Make sure you tell them how much you like them and promise that you will be using them." "But mum I don't want them and my friends will all laugh at me if they see me using them." "Then you shouldn't have accepted them." "I tried not to but they wouldn't let me," I said a bit more belligerent than I meant to. "Don't take that tone with me my girl, now I don't want to hear another word, finish your breakfast then clear off the breakfast things, load the dishwasher and write those letters, I've put out things in the next room." Mum then went to her office and closed the door. I finished breakfast and cleared everything away, removed the pinny then went to the lounge to watch television. When I got there I saw some pink note paper and a pen with a note saying 'You can have the TV remote when you have written properly appreciative letters. Mum'. Great! I would have considered going out except that it was pouring with rain. Previous letters I had written had been easy because I liked the presents I got but now mum wanted me to thank two people for things I had been forced to accept and didn't want. Mum came out about an hour later to get a coffee but was unimpressed with the drafts that I had written. You need to write far more appreciatively and promise to use them, I told you that. Now do it properly or I will make you print them and use little hearts for the dots over the 'i's and 'j's," she said and added a few hints as to what to include in the letters and insisting I put my pinny back on before disappearing back into her office again. I eventually satisfied mum with the following letters although it made me cringe when she read them out aloud. Dear Mary, Thank you so much for the lovely hankies that you sorted out for me, I can understand that you feel too old for the little lamb hankies as they are obviously meant for very little girls. As you know I have already started to use them and will continue to do so as they are so cute and it makes me feel very babyish when I use them. Mummy says she might make me wear a bib if that is the case but she hasn't yet. I also love the three with pink flowers printed all over, they are much prettier than my boy's hankies. The hankies are all so sweet and I promise that I will get lots of use out of all of them. I have also written to your grandma to thank her for the lacy and floral hankies that she gave me. I hope to see you soon so we can play with your dollies. Love from Nicky. I particularly objected to the 'babyish' comment, the last sentence and putting 'love' but mum insisted I include them. Then I wrote to Shawna, although mum insisted I call her grandma Dear Grandma, Thank you so much for the hankies that you gave me they are very pretty and girlish and I will look forward to using them along with those from Mary. I really love the lacy hankies especially those with the embroidered roses on as most boys don't normally get the chance to use hankies like those. I would also like to thank you for the pretty pinafore that you gave me and I have been wearing it this morning for having my breakfast and mummy has said I can wear it for all meals or when I help her in the kitchen and for doing housework in. I put it on when I get home from school so that I can wear it while I do my homework and then I'm ready to have tea. I look forward to seeing you again sometime. Love from Nicky. I was concerned as to what effect the letters I had sent would have. Apart from the risk of having to play with Mary again which I did not relish, the other comments would make it appear as if I was as sissy and worse a happy sissy and the comment about doing housework didn't help it any. Mum woke me up early, well early for me during the holidays, the following Wednesday morning. "Nicky can you get up please there is a problem and I have to go into work?" "Yes mum," I replied. Mum worked mostly from home so that she could look after my sister and I, then just me when Helen was working. Well I supposed I could hang around at her office and play games on one of their computers. I got up, washed and went to get dressed. I noticed that I didn't have any clean underwear so went to get yesterday's pair from the wash basket. I know mum said we should wear a clean pair everyday but I didn't have any choice. The wash basket was empty mum was obviously doing the washing. I put my pyjama bottoms back on and went down to the kitchen. "Nicky I asked you to get dressed, what are you doing?" "I don't have any underwear mum." "Oh," she said looking at the washing machine working away in the corner. "Okay have your breakfast and I'll see what I can find." I started to get my cereal as she disappeared upstairs wondering what she was going to do. I assumed that she could find some of my older underpants that I could still fit in. It never occurred to me that she would think of her underwear because whilst not fat mum and Helen were both a lot bigger than my skinny frame so there was no way any of their underwear would fit me. Mum returned a while later as I was finishing my breakfast. "I've put some underwear on your bed and it was all I could find that would fit you so please just go up and finish getting dressed as we have to leave immediately." I was a bit confused by her comment until I entered my room. There on the bed was a pair of pink nylon knickers. As if that wasn't bad enough there seemed to be rather a lot of white and pink lace on them. Surely mum didn't mean me to wear those. "Mum," I called. She was obviously expecting it. "It's all I could find in your size as I said and it's only until your others are dry. Please put them on so we can get going." There was nothing else I could do but put them on. They were nothing like what I was used to and as the silky material was pulled up my legs and into place I felt a tingle at how silky they were, in fact it caused me stiffen noticeably. I quickly pulled on my jeans hoping that it would soften or at least not be noticeable and went back downstairs "Thank you Nicky," said mum, "I know it's not what you usually wear but it would appear that you like them," she giggled. "Mum!" I complained, it was bad enough that it was having this effect without mum pointing it out. "Don't be a sour puss, why do think Helen wears such nice knickers? It's because she likes the feel of them as well, a lot of girls do." "These are Helens?" "They were, she's outgrown them so I'm sure she won't mind you wearing them. Still we really must be going now." We left before I had any time to pick up anything to play with but mum usually was not very long. I was a bit surprised when we stopped at a house I didn't recognise. Mum knocked on the door and it was opened by someone I did know. It was Louise, Mary's mother. "Hello Diane how are you?" "Rather rushed actually, are you sure you don't mind looking after Nicky, I shouldn't be more than a couple of hours?" "Not at all and I'm sure Mary will enjoy the company." "Be a good boy and make sure you do as you are told, I don't want to hear you've been naughty." "Of course mum." I thought she was laying it on a bit thick as I was usually good. Not all the time but what boy is? With that said mum left as Louise ushered me in to the front room, before calling up the stairs "Mary we have a visitor." A few seconds late I heard her coming down the stairs and then arriving in the front room. "Nicky what are you doing here?" "We are looking after him while his mommy has had to go into work." "Yippee," she said before giving a hug and kissing me which caused me to blush and Diane to giggle. "Come and see my room." Mary grabbed my hand almost dragging me there to further accompanying giggles from Diane. Mary's room was a girly as I expected. The wallpaper was pink and printed with ballerinas wearing white tutu's in various poses and it had matching curtains at the windows and a pale pink carpet covered the floor with a couple of white sheepskin rugs. The wardrobes were painted white with pink accents but the main item in the room was a large canopied bed with pale pink drapes and a pink satin comforter covering the bed itself. "Well do you like it?" "Yes it's very pretty," I said amused at her enthusiasm. "Is yours as pretty as this?" "No," I laughed, "but that's because I am a boy and I have a boy's room." She didn't seem happy but I couldn't do anything about that. "What shall we play?" she asked. I wasn't sure what games little girls played but hoped I wasn't going to have to play with dolls again. "Well do you have any games that you like to play without dolls?" "We could have a pretend party or play mummy's and babies, I'd have to be the mummy as this is my house." "I'm not sure that I could be the baby. Perhaps if I'm the daddy and one of your dolls is the baby?" Before she could answer Louise came into the room. "Okay girls how are you doing?" Mary giggled at her mother's comment but I just stayed quiet. "Well we want to play mummies and babies but Nicky won't be my baby," Mary complained. "Is that true Nicky?" I nodded. "I thought you told your mummy that you would do as you were told." "But Mrs Hart I can't be a baby; can't we use one of her dolls?" "You said you didn't want to play with my dollies," said Mary. "In that case I don't see why you can't be Mary's baby but first I think you should call me Aunty Louise especially if you and Mary are going to have play dates like today." I wanted to say that I didn't want to be here now let alone have further 'play dates' but I was already off on the wrong foot. "Come with me and I'll see what I can find for our baby boy." From the grin on Mary's face I could see she was happy that I was going to be her baby. Louise sent me off to her bedroom saying "Okay strip off in there while I see what I can find for you." I stripped off down to my trousers and underwear. The last thing I needed was for her to see the knickers mum had given me this morning. Louise returned with a bundle of clothing. "Come along trousers off as well." "Well I... er..." "Stop being silly I can't put your nappy on like that," she said. "A nappy?" "Of course all babies wear one." I was a bit shocked that she expected me to wear a nappy but before I could stop her she had undone my belt and let my trousers drop to my ankles. She then burst out laughing. "What pretty knickers you are wearing. Mary come and see this," she called. Mary arrived and I tried to cover them up until Louise took my hands out of the way. "Nicky those are pretty girls knickers," laughed Mary, "why are you wearing them?" "Mum had put all my underwear into the washing machine and said this was all she could find that would fit me." "A likely story, I think Nicky prefers wearing frilly girly things so she can be a baby girl for you Mary." Mary giggled in agreement despite my protests. I only stopped when she threatened to spank my bare butt. "Okay Nikki get those knickers off so we can put your nappy on." I could almost hear the change the spelling of my name in the way she said it. "Come along," said Louise then due to my inaction lifted me on to the bed then pushed me back and removed my knickers. I wanted to complain that here I was totally naked and Mary was still in the room but the threat of a spanking was still there. She slid two thick cloth nappies underneath me then sprinkled me heavily with baby powder before rubbing it in. The sensuous way she did it started to have its effect. "Mummy, why has Nikki got those funny bits and why is it getting bigger?" "He has those bits because Nikki is a boy and it's growing because she likes being a baby and wearing a nappy." "Yuck, fancy wanting to wear nappies like a baby. I'm a big girl and I don't wear them any more," said Mary as Louise pulled the nappies up between my legs. They seemed far too thick but my complaints were answered by Louise saying she thought I would be a heavy wetter. I did however balk as she went to pull a pair of very frilly plastic lined knickers over the top. "Those are girl's panties," I complained. "Of course they are and as you were wearing girl's knickers you must want to be baby girl and anyway this and one other frillier pair are the only ones I have left." She gave me a look daring me to complain further as she pulled them up my legs then over my nappy making sure everything was tucked in. "Now wait there while I get your other clothes," she said picking up the clothes she had originally selected. "These are more suitable for a baby boy." "You look really pretty in those frilly baby knickers," giggled Mary. Before I could reply Diane returned and I was horrified at what she was holding. First was a white silky petticoat with lace trimmed straps and bodice, the lower half being very full and also lace trimmed. It did seem rather short but there again so did the dress which was even worse. It was made in pink satin with lace around the square bodice, cuffs and hem, in addition there were white ribbon bows at the corners of the bodice and at intervals about an inch above the hem. It screamed little girl and looked as short as the petticoat. "Oh look Mary Nikki loves this outfit; I bet she can't wait to try it on." They both giggled but it was only Louise who knew how I really felt. She lowered the petticoat over my head telling me to put my arms through the arm holes. Once she had adjusted the straps she repeated the exercise with the dress doing up the myriad of tiny buttons up the back which I knew I would need help to undo them before being able to remove it. Louise then produced a pair of pink lace topped socks or so I thought until she put them on when I realised they were baby style booties. Lastly she brushed my hair, parting it in the middle before tying pink ribbons to give me bunches. She laughed when she saw my look of recognition. "Let's show baby how pretty she looks," said Louise as she led me over to her full length mirror. I was stunned as, apart from the bunches, from the neck up it was obviously me but from the neck down it was a prissy baby girl in an outfit so short that the lacy frills on the baby knickers and petticoat could be seen. "Aunty it's far too short." "Don't be silly, baby dresses are designed that way so that their nappies can be seen that's why they make their plastic panties so frilly. Anyway Mary, Nikki is now your baby, why don't you take her back to your room." Mary wasted no time in grabbing my hand a leading back to her room. "Sit on the floor baby while I find you something to play with." She went over to her wardrobe and opened a box. She returned shortly with a pink rattle, some lettered blocks, a babies set of plastic teething keys and a doll. "Here you are baby, some nice toys for you to play with. You can feed the baby with drink and then you will need to change her nappy just like you." I wanted to point out that I could hold it till mum came back in a couple of hours' time but didn't want to upset her not knowing what might happen then. Mary then proceeded to talk baby talk to me and got annoyed when I didn't do the same and talked normally. Mary complained to her mum. "I think what baby needs is a little help," she said walking over to a cupboard then returning and before I could stop her she pushed a pink dummy in to my mouth. "Keep that in because if you remove it or spit it out I will give you a bare bottom spanking and will let Mary watch." Mary delighted in the babyish way I now sounded and insisted that I keep up a running commentary on what I was doing. It got worse as she had me talk to her doll as I fed it and then changed its nappy. After about an hour and a half I felt the first twinges indicating my need to go to the toilet but ignored it thinking that mum would not be much longer when Louise entered Mary's room. "Hello girls," she smiled, "Nikki's mummy just phoned to say that it was a major problem at work and she won't be home until about four o'clock so baby will be staying to lunch." "Goody, can she wear a bib?" "That's up to you Mary, she's your baby." She looked at me and realised that something was wrong. "What is it baby doesn't diddums want to stay to lunch?" "Aunty I need to go to the toilet." "Oh I see. Does 'ickle baby need to do wee wees or poo poos as well?" she asked causing Mary to giggle. "Jutht... jutht wee weeth auntie," I said not wanting to use such childish words but due to the dummy I sounded like a real baby. "In that case baby's wearing her toilet, just relax and wet your nappy and aunty will change it for you." I looked at her in disbelief. "Be a good baby for Mary now and I'll check you later." With that she left. Mary was looking at me expectedly. I held off for a bit longer but eventually could contain it no longer. As I let go I heard Mary giggle as she realised what I was doing before she disappeared on to the landing. "Baby's wet her nappy mummy," she called. "I'll be up in a minute." It turned out to be nearer ten but not with the outcome I was after. "Okay girls if you come down it's time for lunch." Before I could comment she continued, "I'll change you after lunch otherwise it will get cold." I wanted to complain but Mary was already leading me downstairs. We entered the kitchen where there were three places set and Louise directed me to one on which there was a baby girl's bib, it was in pink terry towelling with 'Mummy's Girl' embroidered on it in white and with a frill of white lace all round. I was stunned but no sooner had I sat down than she tied it round my neck. "Do I have to wear thith auntie?" "Yes you do," interrupted Mary. "Well you have your answer and I agree, you need it to protect your pretty baby dress so sit there quietly while I dish it out otherwise I will get Mary's old highchair out for you and you can sit in it." I kept quiet as I didn't want to sit in a highchair but my humiliation didn't stop there as when Louise set the plates on the table she and Mary had normal plates whilst mine was cut up into little bits and put in to a Barbie dish which Mary thought was hilarious. "Mummy you found my old baby dish. It's just right for my baby." "I even found your babies cutlery." As she put it next to my dish I was upset to see it was a spoon and pusher set as used by little toddlers learning to feed themselves. Louise then finally removed my dummy and told me I could eat. I had a bit of trouble to start off with as the cutlery was rather small. "If you're having trouble Nikki I am sure Mary will be happy to feed you." Mary grinned broadly at the suggestion. "No I'm fine thank you." After the first course she brought Mary and I a drink. Mary had orange in a glass while I was served milk in a baby's bottle, it wasn't formula but that didn't lessen my embarrassment. With lunch finally over Diane sent us back up to Mary's room saying she would change me once she had cleared the table. "Please can I take the bib off now?" I asked knowing removing it myself would probably get me in to trouble. "No you can't baby it suits you and here's your dummy," replied Mary. I looked at Diane but could see I would get no help there. Once I was sucking my dummy Mary grabbed my hand and took me back to her room and wasted no time in handing me the doll that I had been looking after earlier insisting that I change her nappy. It was another quarter of an hour before Diane came in. "Okay let's get the big baby's nappy-nap changed." She took me through to her bedroom where the clean nappy and other items were already laid out waiting; she then picked me up placing me on the changing mat after removing my bib and lifting the dress and petticoat above my waist, not that they had far to go. Just like a real baby she removed the wet nappy then cleaned me up with baby wipes before covering me with baby powder. Diane slid the clean nappies under me and pulled it up between my legs and pinning in place. The plastic lined rumba panties she produced were as frilly as the previous pair and were soon covering the nappy. The erection she produced when she rubbed the baby powder in was still in evidence and Diane rubbed the front of my nappy. "It looks like baby really loves wearing her nappy perhaps I should tell her mummy." "Pwease don't," I pleaded knowing mummy would not need much encouragement to put me back in to nappies and treat me like a baby and probably like a baby girl. She giggled and re-tying the bib on me sent me back to Mary's room to play. A while later I was sat on the rug in Mary's room cuddling a doll and shaking a baby rattle, as per her instructions when I heard the sound of giggles. I turned rapidly to see mum standing there with a huge grin on her face. "Don't stop playing on my account you look so cute." Embarrassed as I was at least I could leave now and put the doll and rattle down. "Are we going now mum?" "No Louise and I are going to have a cup of tea first. You carry on enjoying being Mary's little baby girl." Mary made me pick up the doll and rattle that I had put down as mum left giggling but did at least remove the bib. About ten minutes later Louise asked if Mary wanted a drink and if she did to come down and bring her baby with her. Mary made me crawl down saying babies can't walk which was slightly difficult as she insisted I take the doll as well and we entered the lounge as Louise arrived in from the kitchen with a tray. Mary sat on her small chair whilst mum insisted I sit on the settee next to her as she reached towards the tray. To my horror as well as Mary's glass there was a bottle of formula and a bib very similar to the one they had made me wear at lunch time, worse mum picked it up and proceeded to tie round my neck. "Mum I don't..." "Don't argue all babies wear a bib," she said. Mum who having finished tying it on then pulled my head and shoulders down onto her lap. "Lie down and cuddle your dolly." My further protests were silenced as she removed the dummy and pushed the teat of the bottle in to my mouth. "Drink it all up there's a good little baby girl." "Did you know Nicky was wearing frilly girl knickers when he arrived?" asked Louise. "Yes, he said he had run out and all his were in the wash which I had just put in the washing machine and started. Mind you I did find a couple of his pairs in the wrong draw so he didn't look very hard." "Maybe he knew what you'd find for him and wanted to wear them instead," giggled Louise. "Possibly he certainly had quite a reaction to putting them on," laughed mum. I tried to complain but mum held me tight and with the bottle in in was helpless. "She got a similar reaction when I put her nappy on as well." Both Mum and Mary had a good laugh as I just went bright red with embarrassment, something which didn't lessen as she burped me after I had finished he bottle. I decided to see if I could change back in to my boy's clothes and leave. "Are we going soon mum as I need to get changed?" "Ah has my ickle baby wet her nappy den?" she asked using baby talk. "Quite a lot of babies do when you feed them a ba-ba." "No mum I meant..." "If your nappy's dry then you don't need a change but yes we are going," interrupted mum, "so up you get." "Don't forget this," said Diane holding out the dummy she had made me suck earlier. "Excellent," said mum stifling my complaints by pushing it in to my mouth. "And it better stay there until I say otherwise," she warned. She then took me by the hand and led me towards the front door. "Mum I can't go out wike thith and what about my cwothes," I said unsuccessfully trying not to sound too babyish and obviously amusing everyone except me. "Of course you can Nikki and I have your clothes here," she said holding up the bag that Louise had just handed her. "Can I at weast wemove thith bib?" "No dear it looks so cute on you. Now stop arguing or we will go shopping on the way home." They all laughed at the shocked expression on my face but I did shut up as the consequences were too horrendous to contemplate. We went out to the car and I was terrified at being seen especially as she left the car locked and chatted to Diane for a little while longer. Mummy finally unlocked the car and I was so desperate to get in the car that I did not see the other bag Louise gave mum. "Here we are Diane, all the things we discussed and let me know if you want the highchair." We finally left and I crouched down as far as the seatbelts would allow and despite mums coaxing I waited until the front door was open and I could see no out before dashing indoors. "Mum can I get my clothes back on now please. I don't want Helen or dad to see me like this." "For a start those are your clothes now, Louise said you could keep them as they're far too babyish for Mary and secondly your sister and her friends are going out tonight and won't be back until you're in bed. And I already told you dad's on a business trip for the next three days. So it's just my little baby girl and me tonight so unless you're wet or messy you can stay like that for the moment." I couldn't believe it mum was treating like I was a real baby. "And where's your dummy?" "I must have dropped it in the car." "I told you to keep sucking it didn't I?" I was going to complain that I was too old for one but she reached in to the second bag and before I knew what she was doing she shoved another dummy in my mouth. "If that one comes out we'll go for a walk around the block and perhaps to the shop to get you a new one and a clip so you can't lose it." If that happened my friends would definitely see me and I would be a laughing stock. Tea time was embarrassing as apart from the fact that I was still wearing my bib mum insisted on feeding me my food and then had me lay across her lap to drink two bottles of formula which she must have got from Diane. I started to object when she said that Diane had offered her the high chair if I didn't do as I was told. After tea we watched television for a while before mum decided it was bedtime even though it was earlier than my normal time. Mum took me up to my room and undressed me down to my nappies and frilly baby panties, then hung up the dress and petticoat in my wardrobe. "Mum do you have to hang them in there?" "Where else would I hang them, they are yours after all? Plus they'll be there whenever you want to wear them again." Before I could say anything she continued, "Right are you wet? Does baby need a nappy change?" "Yes mum," I replied going red causing her to giggle. Assuming that mum would nappy me overnight I had wet myself as she hung the baby dress and petticoat up. "There's no need to get embarrassed, all babies wet their nappies. But whilst you're a little baby or a little girl I expect you to call me mummy. Now onto your bed and let's get a clean nappy on my little baby girl." "Mum...my do I have to wear a nappy?" "Well I wasn't going to make you wear them but as you wet your last one just like a baby, instead of asking for the potty, you must want to wear them. So yes you do but if you're dry tomorrow morning you can wear your boy clothes or if not then I think a few days in a nappy might help persuade you." Mum quickly stripped me down and cleaned me up before pinning me in to a very thick fluffy nappy. "Stay there for the moment," she said and disappeared into the bathroom where she obviously cleaned the plastic lined baby knickers which she placed back on me again. "Up you get sweetheart let me check that your nappy won't leak." Once satisfied she went over to my chest of drawers and returned with a very frilly pink nightdress that Helen had obviously put in my draw. "Please mum at least let me wear my pyjamas." "I'm not letting my pretty little baby girl wear boys pyjamas, it wouldn't be right. Now slip this on." Mum or should that be mummy pulled it over my head and I slipped my arms in to the short sleeves, then removed the ribbons tied on my bunches placing them on my chest of drawers. "There that's much better, you look really cute. Now into bed and I'll be back shortly." I looked at my reflection which just shouted baby girl at me. I heard mum coming up the stairs so slipped into bed. "Here we are just for my baby," she said holding a bib and another bottle of what turned out to be formula. She tied the bib on me then pushed the teat I my mouth. "Just pop your dummy back in before you go to sleep." I was woken up by my sister giggling and as I came to I realised that I had no covers on me. "It looks like a I've got a baby sister rather than eleven year old brother perhaps I should rethink about what to get you for your birthday. Is my little sister wet?" Waking up in the morning usually takes me a while so I was still not with it as she slipped a couple of fingers into the leg hole of the plastic pants. Fortunately having wet my nappy just before getting changed last evening I had managed not to wet overnight despite the extra bottle. Well I was eleven of course I really don't need nappies or want them come to that. It was at this point that I realised that I was still sucking my dummy and immediately removed it causing a shocked smile from Helen. "Has baby been sucking her dummy all night then?" My lack of answer was enough to confirm that I must have been causing her to giggle again. "Mum said come down to breakfast as you are, including your dummy and if you stay dry you can dress in your normal clothes afterwards." She was gone before I could reply. I got up and went to put my dressing gown on to cover up the nightie and nappies but in place of my dressing gown was a flimsy gown, I found out later it was called a negligee, With no other options I put it on and tied the ribbons at the front and popped my dummy back in my mouth. As I left my room I passed the mirror and was disturbed to see that the outline of my nightie and nappies could still be seen. I entered the kitchen and mum just smiled while Helen giggled again; I suppose mum had had more time to get used to me in these clothes. "Morning sweetheart, you look very cute and Helen says you're dry too." "Mum I'm eleven years old, of course I'm dry." I sat down to start my breakfast. "You weren't yesterday when it was bedtime." "Can I Mum?" Helen asked. "Okay." I had no idea what they were talking about until I found my sister replacing the bib I had worn overnight for another one. It was a frillier than the ones I had been forced to wear yesterday and overnight and protested and started to remove it. "Leave it on Nicky unless you want to suck a dummy for the rest of the day," mum said and Helen retied it. "You know all we'd need to do is sort his hair out and he